The wedding was quite interesting, and I am all for street parties, but I thought the refusal to invite Tony Blair and Gordon Brown was a spiteful act by an institution that cannot forgive Blair for having rescued it after the death of Diana in 1997.

The arrival of our new bikes from Trek has signalled the start of the “real” training. On Sunday we’ll be testing both our legs and the mountain bikes to the max with a 200-mile non-stop ride from Winchester to Eastbourne, and back again.

It is a sign of the deep-seated inequalities in our society, that the wedding of one couple is lauded over by the entire media, whilst so many family relationships struggle under the strain of daily life.

Argana, a cafe on the corner of the main square in Marrakech, is the perfect stopping-point for tourists new to the Moroccan city. And so, when an explosion went off shortly after midday today, killing 14 people and critically injuring another 20, my thoughts turned immediately to terrorism.

There are some massive games at the bottom of the Premiership on Saturday and one that catches my eye involves the team on the worst run in the top flight – Blackpool. They play Stoke, who are buzzing after reaching the FA Cup final.

One of the few annoyances of life as a newspaper correspondent in Los Angeles are emails from luxury goods and clothing manufacturers informing me that a minor celebrity happens to be wearing their stuff to a forthcoming event.

“QPaaaagh!” whined a Rangers supporter, who was about to unleash his thoughts on majority shareholder Bernie Ecclestone’s comments, which suggested that offers to purchase stakes in the club wouldn’t fall on deaf ears if his colleague Flavio Briatore listened in. Let’s hear some more.